Guin was overjoyed to be living with her parents again. Though they weren't related by blood, Laraz and Helena had always treated her like their own. They had been there—raising her, guiding her, and loving her unconditionally. It was because of them that she was still alive. Their care and sacrifices had shaped her into the woman she had become. But no matter how grateful she felt, a piece of her heart was missing. It would have been perfect if Aileen were with them too.
Since Guin had returned home, Aileen hadn't come back even once—not even to say hello. That was unusual. Aileen always dropped everything to see Guin whenever she came home, no matter how busy she was. They had been nearly inseparable since childhood. They laughed at the same jokes, argued over the silliest things, and understood each other in ways no one else ever could. A year apart was already far too long. But now, to go this long without so much as a glance from her sister? It was unlike Aileen.
